Queen Tut

I wasn’t looking for a dog, but one day near the end of September 2015, I met a sweet little gray Pit Bull that was about to be picked up by animal control. So many things went through my mind. I don’t have a yard! Would she be happy with no yard? Could I find her another home? I was told that she would go to a no-kill shelter. But I couldn’t get her out of my mind. A couple hours later I called the shelter and asked if she was there yet. They told me she was going to a shelter in a different county. I called that shelter. They told me they “do not adopt out pit bulls.” I said I would do whatever it took. Over the next three-and-a-half weeks, it got to the point where I would call the shelter and say “This is Kelly” and they would say “Hi, Kelly!” The shelter employees made it happen. They found a rescue to take her to, and I adopted her from there. I named her Tut, short for the Latin word “tutis,” which means “safe” and “protected.” Tut likely didn’t have a very good life before she came into mine. Now, both of our lives are great because we were in the right place at the right time. Two years later, I cannot imagine my life without Tut. I think Queen Tut is good with it, too!     

— Kelly Long, Nashville, Tennessee